Chapter 20 — Divorce Keeps House

I didn't go look for Han Duc Hai right away. I asked lawyer Manh to take a screenshot of the denunciation file first, then told my mother to put the entire envelope in a sealed zip bag. After finishing these things, I ran home. My mother sat on the sofa, her face pale and scary. Tieu Du was fast asleep, but he slept restlessly, his hand still clutching the corner of my shirt. I looked at my child's small face, my heart felt like it was being pricked by needles. Every time the Han family strikes, it's not because they really want to solve the problem. They just want to scare me. I'm afraid my husband will die. Fear of losing your job. Afraid your child will be hurt. Now I want to be afraid that they will throw dirty water on my deceased father. When she gave me the envelope, my mother's hand was still shaking. "An Ninh, your father has been clean all his life." "How can they trample on the dead like that?" I grabbed her hand. "Mom, I know." "So this time, I won't back down anymore." Lawyer Manh quickly arrived. He finished looking at the documents, his eyebrows furrowed tightly. The written denunciation file looks very methodical. Saying that a year ago, my father sold the old house and hid the real occupants to get a compensation amount. Also attached are some blurry transfer screenshots. Among them is the most crucial amount of money, which is 18 thousand. That money, after entering my father's account, three days later, was transferred to me. Han Duc Hai wants to prove that there is a problem with the origin of my prepayment. As long as this tear is torn open, they can drag the school district house into the mud. My mother suddenly remembered something, stood up and went to the bedroom to rummage through the box. Not long after, she walked out holding an old iron box. "Your father said before that all the important things are in here." "I still don't dare touch it." In the iron box were house purchase contracts, tax payment papers, bank receipts, and even a handwritten receipt. The receipt is clearly stated on the receipt. 18 thousand, which is compensation for interior decoration and accompanying equipment paid by the buyer. Below is the buyer's signature and fingerprint. Just as my heart was a little relieved, lawyer Manh said again: "It's still not enough." "Since the other party dares to denounce, they may say that this receipt was written later." My mother's face turned pale again. I remember that old recording pen. The recording pen was taken from the safe by Han Lap Dan, then I snatched it back. My father had a habit when he was alive. Whenever large sums of money were involved, he recorded them as evidence. I immediately took out my recording pen. The battery has been exhausted for a long time. I found the charging cord, waited ten minutes, and the screen finally lit up. Inside there are only three audio files. The first file is my father and the buyer's house rent agreement. The second file, is the buyer confirming the compensation for decoration of 18 lakhs. But the third file made my whole body stiffen. In the recording, Han Duc Hai's voice is clear and distinct. He said, are you in-laws, if the house
Since you want to give money to An Ninh to buy a house, it's best to go through Lap Xuyen's account. He said, so in the future, the red book will record the names of husband and wife, and everyone who looks at it will look beautiful. My father refused. He said, the money is for his daughter and grandchildren to go to school, it cannot be mixed. Han Duc Hai laughed at that time. He said, family members don't need to make such clear distinctions. My father's voice was very tough. He said, the more one is a family, the more clearly one must calculate. The recording paused for a few seconds. Then came Han Duc Hai's condescending voice. He said, "Mr. In-law, you just keep on guarding our Han family like that. It won't be easy for An Ninh to live in her husband's house in the future." When my mother heard this, tears immediately fell. It turns out my dad saw through it all a long time ago. It's just that at that time, I still foolishly thought that as long as I treated the Han family well enough, they would consider me family. Lawyer Manh exported the recording file for backup. "This recording is very important." "It not only proves your father's caution, but also proves that Han Duc Hai has long wanted to get his hands on the advance payment." I nodded. At this moment, my phone rang. It's a call from the hospital. I thought the surgery was over. But when I picked up the phone, it was not Director Hac on the other end of the line. It's Han Duc Hai. His voice was deep and cold. "Trinh An Ninh, has your mother received the goods?" I turned on the recording and calmly said: "Received it." He sneered. "Don't think you can scare me with a few lawyers." "Your father is dead, but his reputation is still there." "If you insist on pushing things to the end, I will let everyone know, your Trinh family's money is not clean." I glanced at the recording pen on the table. "Han Duc Hai, are you sure you want to make a big deal of this?" He paused for a beat. "Are you sure?" What do you mean?" I said: "The old recording of you advising my father to run money through Han Lap Xuyen's account, I have found it." The other end of the line was completely silent. A few seconds later, Han Duc Hai's voice became venomous. "You dare." I held the phone tightly, clearly spitting out each word.